To Make Money

Bedroom.

At this moment, Xia Ping sat cross-legged on his bed, circulating the Pure Yang Indestructible Art to refine the Fire Bear Beast meat he had just consumed. A surge of scorching energy rose from his stomach, flowing through his meridians and strengthening the true qi within his body.

"Incredible, it truly lives up to the name of a top-tier cultivation art!"

Once he finished circulating a full cycle, Xia Ping opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashing within them. He felt the true qi in his body had strengthened once more. In just a few breaths, the energy contained within the Fire Bear Beast meat had been completely refined, becoming his own.

One must know that with ordinary cultivation techniques, it would be impossible to fully refine such meat in a single day; even if it were refined, most of the energy would be lost and excreted.

But as Xia Ping circulated the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, he felt his stomach turn into a furnace, instantly devouring and refining the monster meat, purging the impurities and leaving only the essence.

This was the advantage of a top-tier art; the efficiency of energy absorption alone was incomparable to ordinary techniques.

"It's a pity there's so little Fire Bear Beast meat. If there were more, I could break through to the Martial Apprentice Fifth Heaven in less than half a month." Xia Ping clenched his fists.

If he could eat Fire Bear Beast meat every day without limit, he believed his progress would be extremely rapid. Breaking through to the Martial Apprentice Fifth Heaven would be nothing, and with such cultivation, getting into a first-class university would be no problem at all.

However, the price of Fire Bear Beast meat was too exorbitant—six hundred Federal Coins per catty—a cost his family simply could not afford.

"No wonder those rich kids make such rapid progress even with average talent. By piling on resources, they can stack their way up, far surpassing ordinary students." Xia Ping couldn't help but sigh.

At school, some wealthy students looked down on ordinary students. They ate monster meat and various supplements every day; how could their martial cultivation not be powerful?!

Ordinary students could only cultivate diligently, absorbing the meager spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Naturally, they couldn't compare, and the gap would only grow wider as time passed.

"But with this system, if I can gain Hate Points, perhaps I can exchange them for some top-grade medicinal pills." Xia Ping's eyes flickered. He had already gained two hundred and twenty Hate Points earlier at the Flying Dragon Platform in school.

Because there were many students watching at the time, he naturally gained more Hate Points than he did in class.

"But these Hate Points are still too few. Good steel must be used on the blade. After all, I can't go around provoking hatred every single moment. Otherwise, if I become a public enemy, there won't be a place for me to stand. This is a double-edged sword; it must be used with caution."

Thinking of this, Xia Ping felt a bit helpless: "It seems I still need money. Without money, I can't buy various pills or monster meat, and I can't rapidly enhance my martial cultivation."

If he were still that unremarkable student from before, perhaps agreeing to his father's wish to become a city inspector wouldn't be a big deal. Living a plain, simple life would also be a form of happiness.

But now that he had merged with the memories of another world and possessed this miraculous system, a spark of ambition ignited in his heart. He wanted to see what kind of scenery existed at the peak of the martial path.

"But how can I make money?"

Xia Ping was very troubled. He was just an ordinary student. Even with the top-tier cultivation art he had obtained, he was only at the Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven realm. He couldn't do much work in society.

Doing business required capital and experience. He wanted to go out and hunt monsters, but at only the Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven, he would likely just be serving himself up as a snack. Even if he took a part-time job, it would be something ordinary like a waiter or handing out flyers, which wouldn't earn enough to satisfy his cultivation needs.

"Right, why not write a novel?"

Xia Ping's eyes suddenly lit up: "Even on Yanhuang Planet, a world where technology far surpasses Earth, the charm of literature has not faded. Truly top-tier novelists can earn over a billion Federal Coins annually. This is a net worth no less than that of top martial artists, which proves that the novel industry has an extremely bright future.

Moreover, there is basically no piracy in this world. Copyright awareness is extremely high, and there are countless paying users, which has caused the novel industry to be extremely prosperous."

He recalled his memories from Earth, having read countless hit novels. Because of the memory fusion, he remembered everything he had read clearly; he could even recite those novels backward without issue.

The idea of writing a novel was settled, but the problem was which novel to write. After all, novels had many categories: urban, fantasy, martial arts, sci-fi, history, romance, suspense, and so on—all-encompassing.

"Fantasy and martial arts novels are definitely out."

Xia Ping immediately ruled out these two genres. After all, this was a world where the martial path was developed to the extreme. Writing fantasy and martial arts novels wasn't fantasy here; it was reality.

Furthermore, a fantasy novel that was a hit on Earth might not necessarily be a hit on Yanhuang Planet.

Urban novels went without saying; Yanhuang Planet and Earth were not the same world, so there was no point of reference.

History and romance were not even in his considerations.

And while suspense novels were decent, they might not necessarily become hits in this world.

"Does that mean the path of writing novels is a dead end? No, that's not right. There is one type of novel that is guaranteed to be a hit." Xia Ping immediately became energized, "Erotic novels. That's it, I can write erotic novels."

Erotic novels—to put it crudely—were "smut."

On Earth, in China, such novels were strictly prohibited and could not be spread on the internet. The shameless relevant departments would ban them as soon as they saw a batch.

Net-cleaning!

Crackdowns!

Some authors who became famous for writing such novels would even be arrested and thrown into prison, facing a miserable plight. Even those who wrote borderline content were tragically banned—it was practically a literary inquisition.

Yet, even in such a dark era, some erotic novels shone brilliantly, becoming the talk of countless men and being revered as sacred texts.

"That's right, I'll write erotic novels."

Xia Ping clenched his fists: "Although the background is different, the world is different, and the technological development is different, everyone is still human, everyone is still a man, and everyone is a beast that thinks with their lower half. So, if this kind of novel could be a hit on Earth, it can be a hit on Yanhuang Planet."

More importantly, such novels were not prohibited on Yanhuang Planet. The social atmosphere here was extremely open; as long as one was over twelve years old, they could read them without worrying about being banned.

"To make money, I must write smut."

A sacred light shone in Xia Ping's eyes as he clenched his fists. He had finally found a path to wealth.

But what should he write for his first erotic novel? Although there were many classics from Earth, he needed one that would be an instant hit, one that would grab attention and make him a god overnight.

Right, he would write Teacher Bai Rong. Xia Ping remembered this classic erotic novel; it was his enlightenment book. He didn't know how many lonely nights he had spent with it, wasting how many tissues. It was absolutely a divine book.

If this book couldn't be an instant hit, then no other book could.